The Story of Clouds, Rain, and Sun
LVII. A Step Near
“Bude wait on the terrace yes, Ndok.”
“Good, Bude. I'll drop the drink ahead.”
Varsha was served two glasses of tea in the kitchen to be served on Pakde Marta and Bude Woro. The couple is now sitting in front of their porch. While waiting for her beautiful niece to bring warm sweet tea.
“Pack, Bude. This is the sweet tea,” said Varsha while putting both large glass cups on the table.
Then the young lady pulled out a small chair from the living room. Then put it right in front of the table, so that its position forms a triangular formation with the benches of Pakde Marta and Bude Woro. Varsha sat there.
After this afternoon finally learning that Mama Surya had known everything, Varsha became guilty of pakde and budenya. All this time, he never told them about Surya. Even after his reunion with the man a few months ago, Varsha still said nothing to his two guardians.
Marta and Bude Woro know little about the history of his nephew with Teja's father. It was only to the extent that Varsha met the man and spent the night together until she finally did not see the trunk of her nose again. Therefore, Teja's father did not leave a good impression for the Pact of Marta and Bude Woro.
“Pack, Bude. Varsha wants to discuss something,” said the young woman slowly. His voice trembled slightly from the tension.
“What's up, Ndok?” bude Woro was worried. He doesn't usually see his beautiful nephew acting like this. The last time, probably when Varsha stated that she was pregnant five years ago.
Varsha took a deep breath and then threw it away. Trying to get himself back. “What Varsha can ask Pakde and Bude's opinion of Surya?”
“Surya? Mas Surya from Teja's office?” ask Pakde Marta to make sure.
“True, Pakde. Mas Surya Abhiyoga.”
“Pakde anyway, just like it,” Pakde Marta said. “The person is good too. He even came to congratulate Teja on her birthday and your graduation day.”
Varsha smiled hearing his father's response. Thankfully Surya gave a pretty good impression in the eyes of the Marta Pact. However, the beautiful woman still did not get an answer from her budenya.
“If according to Bude, how?” ask Varsha at last.
Bude Woro seemed to drink his sweet tea slowly, then put his glass back on the table. He then took a long breath.
“Can Bude ask you something first before answering your question, Ndok?”
Varsha's heart immediately thumped hard. He did not know what his bud would ask, but somehow he became increasingly tense. The young woman nodded her head.
“What Surya .. is Teja's father?”
Sontak Varsha swallowed his saliva. While the Pakde Marta seemed to turn his head towards his wife and nephew alternately. Feeling surprised and wanting to hear the confirmation of the young woman.
“True,” revealed Varsha. “Bude Woro, Pakde Marta. Surya is Teja's real father.”
Bude Woro is now seen closing his eyes while Pakde Marta is grinding her teeth. Both looked sad and upset.
“Do Surya know that Teja is his son?” Now Mr. Varsha asked. The tone is a little up.
The beautiful woman nodded. “But let Varsha tell me first the full story, yes. Pakde, Bude.”
The couple listened at length to his nephew's explanation of Teja's father. How the young man lost his memory, but has continued to search for himself over the past five years with some of the memories he has.
Then how Surya protected Teja on the night of the game launch and finally regained his memory because his head hit hard. Then how the man always tries to bring himself closer to Teja and Varsha. And how Surya loved their children and themselves, and wanted to live together forever.
After Varsha finished explaining, Pakde Marta and Bude Woro were only silent in their seats. No one has opened their mouth to speak. Until finally the Pact of Marta stood up and squeezed Varsha's shoulders slowly.
The middle-aged man let out a long sigh and said, “Whatever Varsha's decision, Pakde will support.”
Then he walked slowly into the house. Leaving Varsha with Bude Woro alone on the terrace. The young woman also ventured to glance at her budenya.
“Bring Surya here tomorrow and we'll talk again later.”
***
“What kind of clothes should I wear?”
“Hmm ...”
“The suit I usually wear will certainly be fine, ‘kan?”
“Varsha .. I need your advice. Try seriously little.”
Surya's lover chuckled. I don't know why he enjoyed the panic of his sun prince so much. After telling how the pakde and budenya response after informing Surya's true identity, at once also the father of his baby immediately fire beard.
The young man kept asking what he should bring. Or whether he should learn basic Javanese first before. Or like now, what kind of clothes should he wear tomorrow when meeting the two.
“Yes. I guess what you used to wear, it doesn't matter.”
Varsha could hear the sound of sighs of relief from her phone. Before long he also caught a rumbling sound from there. Like someone is opening a closet and hanging clothes back inside.
“If you say I don't need to bring anything, of course I still have to bring something, ‘kan?”
The young lady snorted small. “Ya, I think ...”
“Sayang .. try to help your lover a little. Otherwise, I'll give you punishment when we meet later.”
“Oh, yes?” challenge Varsha. “What kind of punishment?”
“You don't want to know. The obvious punishment is heavy.”
Varsha laughed again. “Alright, My Beloved. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Is there a specific thing that your boss and budu like? Food, drink, or anything?”
The beautiful woman seemed to think for a moment, trying to remember what the likes of the Pact of Marta and Bude Woro. However, none of them crossed. He knew that his uncle liked to play chess, read newspapers, and fill the TTS column in it. But that is something that his guardians do every day.
As for Bude Woro, he likes market snacks but that is also the effort they are doing at this time. Every week, Varsha and budenya must be busy making all kinds of traditional sweets for customers. So it is also impossible if Surya brought this.
“How about I bring you the latest and advanced kitchen utensils and tools?”
Varsha smiled noticing the resemblance of Surya and Teja. “Your son did it a few days ago.”
Surya clucking. “What a quick move my son. If this continues, he could have kicked me out of the Akasa Game in a year.”
“Kurasa Teja can do it faster,” timpal Varsha.
“Good. So I can relax with you soon and let Teja take care of the company.”
Now it's Varsha's turn to cluck. “What kind of father are you?”
“That loves the mother of her baby very much.”
“Gombaaaaaaaal!”
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